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You told me you were coming over, that you’d like to see me,
I was thrilled and wanted to look very good for you.
I rummaged in my closet and my drawers for something sexy,
I wanted something spicy and a bit suggestive too.

I settled on a mini skirt of black and supple leather,
With slats across the back that would show off my rounded ass.
A leather bra to top it off and show my ample cleavage,
And knee high boots, stiletto heels, to give a bit of sass.

I heard the doorbell ring and did a quick check in the mirror,
So horny and aroused I felt my pussy growing wet,
I let you in and turned around and heard you breathe in sharply,
I knew then that your appetite to ravage me was whet.

I led you to the bedroom and you kissed me very deeply,
I felt your hard cock pressing up against me through my skirt.
Your hands squeezed each of my cheeks and then gave me a light spanking,
I fumbled with the buttons on your blue designer shirt.

Black leather on my alabaster skin – a striking contrast,
But soon it lay in piles on the hardwood bedroom floor.
Now naked on the black silk sheets, our bodies intertwining,
We fucked each other through the night, and still we wanted more.

You leave me in the morning, tired, happy, and quite sated,
A kiss goodbye and then I stretch and close my tired eyes.
Your scent is on my pillow and I now inhale it deeply,
I love you more than ever, more than you can realize.

 

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Do you think I’m an underdog who wants to be on top?
Or are you confusing this with my love of doggy-style?
On my hands and knees I’ll wait for you
to take me from behind.

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The days grow short and you are almost always on my mind,
Our fate is interwoven and our love is intertwined.
I cannot bear to be apart from you these many days,
You truly drive me crazy in a hundred different ways.

I think about desire’s rush when your hands touch my skin,
The flush of heat I feel on both the outside and within.
The primal urge I have to grasp your cock and stroke you hard,
And then to ride you all night long while letting down my guard.

To slumber safely in your arms is all that I desire,
Our bodies pressed together, endless love our lone attire.
I know we’re meant to be together till the end of time,
Our spirits seeking out our love long past our own lifetime.

But when I wake and find you gone my sorrow knows no bounds,
Hot tears flow from my eyes and from my throat come heavy sounds.
For how can I continue on unhappy and alone,
Our fate joins us together and my love for you has grown.

I always hoped that you would find your way back here to me,
Across the eons you would hear the pain and heed my plea.
And we’d continue forward towards the vast and unknown space,
I know now that I’ll join you soon and feel your sweet embrace.

 

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I was tired after work and ready to throw myself on the bed and drift off to sleep. Before that, though, I decided to take a shower. I stripped in the bedroom, leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor, and checked myself out in the mirror. Cupping my breasts, I posed. I looked pretty good, I thought.

I walked naked into the bathroom and opened the shower curtain. The shower looked inviting, and I turned the water on, feeling the cold droplets hit my skin. The water warmed and then grew hot, and I adjusted the dial until it was the perfect temperature. I stepped inside and drew the curtain shut.

Water fell upon my head like a gentle shower, and I tilted my head back to let the droplets splash my face. After a while, I turned around so the water was at my back and grabbed the bar of soap. As I lathered my skin, my thoughts turned to Steve, and the last time we were together. My soapy hands moved up and down my body and I imagined it was his hands caressing me, turning me on.

My soapy hands squeezed my breasts together, and then my fingers pinched my hard nipples, making me gasp. I closed my eyes and pinched them harder as the soapy water ran down my stomach. I spread my legs and slipped my right hand between them, my fingers rubbing my aching clit. I reached farther, slipping two fingers inside, my cunt as wet as my skin. As I pumped my fingers in and out, I thought of Steve’s fingers doing the same. I backed myself into a corner of the shower for support, spreading my legs wider for my fingers to reach more deeply.

I could feel my orgasm building and my fingers worked frantically. My other hand left my breast and my fingers rubbed my clit frantically until I screamed uncontrollably, water splashing into my mouth and onto my fingers. I rode the waves as they subsided, exhausted but satisfied, and turned the water off. I pulled back the curtain and stepped out of the shower, leaving a trail of wet footprints to the bed. I wished he was here.

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